#tbd|Star Trek au

[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Day I ~ Old and New @respondedinkind

Christmas means a lot of things to Beth, but mostly it means peace and family. She remembers eagerly awaiting for the ships to bring pines and spruces in refrigerated containers, and some neighbours simply decorating palm trees in their yards. She remembers stopping and visiting the bearded and red suited Santa Claus bearing his chest to the tropical sun and raising his hand in a universal greeting ~hence why he's called Shaka Santa~ while beside his statue, one of Tutu Mele {Mrs Claus in formality} wearing a grin, her square eye-glasses and her finest mu'umu'u. She remembers feasts down on the beach where members of the community pulled together to bring food and drink enough for everyone, and no one was turned away. There would be carols sung along with the soft strains of ukuleles. There would be Aunties sharing pumpkin crunch bars. Hulas would be danced, presents exchanged. But star ships don't really have anything that can compare. Most of the time, the crew seem to ignore the ceaseless flow of time, marking it all down not as days and nights but strings of numbers that create a stardate. Beth remembers. Keeps track of time as far as earth-dates in her personal journal.

~*~ Weeks ago, she'd taken the liberty to escort Khan back to his quarters. And while he never offered her entry, she couldn't help but notice the barren state of it. She saw no photographs, no hint of anything personal to him. And maybe that made sense in the time when he politely inclined his head, his face an unmoving and expressionless thing, reminding her of nothing so much as an achingly haunting classical statue. She bid him a good evening, and turned back down the corridor. Mind lost in thought as she thought to herself how sad and lonely it all seemed. Not that he would admit to anything like that. But surely, even Commander Spock was prone to sentimental things. Then it occurred to her that maybe… maybe Khan had nothing of his old life. Nothing of home, of kin. Maybe nothing at all. She recorded these thoughts as she did most of her opinions. In letters she would never again get to send to her brother. She tells the idea of him that in some ways she is starting to identify with her mysterious patient, or at least empathise with him. How he and Khan might have been friends. A lot of little things that held no bearing on her assignment or the man's place on the ship. And then after making herself comfortable, she began her secret project. The first order that would take the longest was the blanket. The outermost border was knitted in white. Then cream, then alternating cream and a neutral sort of brown. These colours represented dry and wet sand from her beaches and the way the colours blended down by water's edge. Brown gave way to a thin sort of blue. The kiss between land and sea. That blue became the turquoise and deeper shades of the sea as the ocean fell away into itself, and finally turned to the colour of his eyes that she has no name for and doesn't have the paint to try and replicate it in any other medium. Knitting the cover took all of her time so that it would be ready in the time she wanted to have it. Wide enough to span the size of his bunk, long enough to wrap him shoulder to toe. She doesn't think Khan gets cold like she can, but that isn't the point really. It is a gift. Something for him to own, something that is his and no one else's. So what if she sacrificed a little sleep in order to finish it? Beth has never needed much rest to be fully capable, and she wanted to be kind. The second gift is much more personal in nature perhaps. Or at least in an entirely different way. When Beth was little, her grandfather had given her a little scroll case necklace. The clever design incorporated her 'aumakua ~a family guardian~ in the form of turtles swimming endlessly. Honu are seen as a symbol of wisdom, of long lives, of perseverance. All things he wished to impart in her, and all things she sees in Khan the more she gets to know him. It does make her smile a little when she thinks of the incredibly hard outer shell that protects the soft living heart within. She can think of nothing more appropriate to describe him. What Beth didn't account for, though, was getting caught trying to be a secret Santa. She'd talked her way into getting his quarters opened. She'd set the ribbon-tied blanket on the foot of his bunk, the necklace settled atop of it, and she was fully expecting to make good her escape when she turned…and came face to face with the man in question. Beth blinks. Her cheeks are fire and she lowers her gaze. "I…I can explain."

[therapardalis]

['Best Memes Ever' from @paramounticebound.]

You know the rules and so do I. ;) ------------

Fuck the rules, Thera almost growled. Almost, barely curbed by the piping of a tiny voice in the back of her mind, that small piece of Starfleet scrambling to remind her of what Khan might do if he heard her say it. That he might take it as tacit permission to ...

Do what she was becoming very motivated to do herself, if the bunch of heavily armored beings at the bar didn't stop giving the wait-staff, barkeeps and other patrons a hard time. They'd arrived later in the day with the vaguely unsteady gait that suggested they'd visited a few other venues already, and were becoming more raucous and noisy as time went on.

You know the rules ... Those being that Khan was permitted liberty on the Starbase provided he remained supervised, and did not get involved in anything going on there. Which meant that she, as his minder, had to go along with those rules as well. Even if the grinding of her teeth made it difficult to finish her drink.

Over at the bar, one of the ruffians grabbed a passing waitress and yanked her in against him. The woman shrieked and Thera was on her feet, heading full tilt into the fray ...

[therapardalis]

"Good, serves you right." Quick, off the cuff ... the sort of flip retort that gets thrown out to distract from the rather large elephant that wasn't so much in the room as following Thera when she arrived. Just waiting its chance for Jim to bump the wrong button one time too many. Although since he has and it's out, she isn't sure what to do with it now.

It makes her tempted to ask for a double, as either a reward to herself or out of sheer relief - but the single will do. Will always do, when she has an old friend to share it with.

"See, now, that's the thing," She settles in, picks up her glass and touches it to Jim's before taking a sip, "Damn that's good ... but the thing. Yeah Bones grumbles, but ... none of us are ... what's that phrase? 'Helicopter parents'? I don't give you shit unless I'm genuinely worried, you know? And I'm not so great at expressing it either." A second's pause, and another sip, "Maybe the trick is to trust that our friends can see things that we miss. Although," A more genuine joke and the start of a genuine smile, "occasionally kissing my feet might not go astray!"

"I'll drink to that even if I have been sort of insulted by it." Jim laughs and pours them both a drink then puts the bourbon back where he found it. "I think that all of us like to think that we are ten feet tall and bulletproof which we are not. All of the three of us and everyone else on this ship can be hurt and killed so easily that we should cherish those that we have that care about us and not make fun of them for it. I should and do apologize for laughing and accusing you of not caring if not for Bones." He shakes his head then and looks out into space, watching the stars go by "I never meant to make you feel like this and I will try to keep you from feeling that way around me again if I can."

Jim looks back at her and nods "I will try to no longer do that to you but you are right, I'm not going to kiss your feet over it but I can treat you better than I have been and hope that's enough to repair the damage that's been gained between us." He playfully bumps her shoulder with his "Come on, you have to admit that Bones being grumpy and growling at you is nothing that he doesn't do with the rest of us but those of us who really know him know that he only gets really annoyed and grumbly when he give a shit about someone. I just don't think he knows how to express it other than being grumpy." Jim sighs "That just goes back to what you where saying about us all being human and not being able to accept it I guess."

[crownedinmarigolds]

His bare hand slid beneath the fabric of her sleeve onto the skin of her wrist. Her shoulders tensed in reaction, her jaw clenching as she fought back making a sound. That stoic demeanor melted away, the telepathic connection through touch affecting the both of them but her most of all. His most base desires and thoughts laid bare for her to feel and know. It drove him wild to see her in such a state, because of him and how he felt.

Ahhh I'm sorry - we are still on our Star Trek AU brain rot...!! A before bed sketch of Godwynn and Noa (Romulan and Vulcan - Star Trek names TBD) enjoying the deep intimacy of telepathy through touch... >_>

[brooklynislandgirl]

@fasciinating {{from: xx}}

Spaced.

Utterly and truly spaced.That's what she is and to make matters worse, there is no part of her that could bring herself to lie to him. Not simply because he is a senior officer, but…she can't really explain it. Something about Commander Spock raises the small hairs at the back of her neck. If she dared to speak a falsehood, he would know. He would be able to see it in her eyes. Read it on her lips. Know it and pluck it right out of her soul. But mercifully he does not seem inclined to pursue the matter beyond metaphorically waving away her apology and with that graciousness the tension she was holding in her shoulders, in her back, seems to drain away. Gives a little room for something different, a bashful amusement. "Well, Sir, I have heard rumours that you're incapable of illness." Well, that's one of the ones she's heard. She'd never repeat some of the wildly more popular ones. "Oh. Of course." She shouldn't have presumed ~anticipated, if a kinder word for it was sought~ his purpose or desire. She nods when he tells her it is an ordinary thing, nothing that would require intervention of greater magnitude and she tilts her head. Curiosity knits her brows loosely, and thins the fullness of her lips though she doesn't interupt again. A quick glance from head to toe shows nothing to be concerned about in an immediate sense. She also doesn't detect the nearly imperceptibly faint traces of blood or infection, broken skin that might be hiding under his immaculate uniform. Another thing she wouldn't dream of saying aloud. What she sees is a person. Exhausted beyond words but perhaps too used to it, one to whom duty trumps any personal concern. She sees shadows of older agony beneath fresh-concealed pain. Like snow, and how it looks blue when there is ice beneath it. She sees a mask so carefully constructed that perhaps he, himself, has forgotten what he might be beneath it. Or. She could be projecting. But she's always been sensitive to things like that. That is a Beth thing, and while in the med-bay, she is only Nurse Riley. She nods at his request. She pulls up his file in a flurry of delicate touches, and only scans through it briefly for what is needed. She has not been invited into his confidences and it would be arrogant beyond belief on her part to presume that she could be privy to all the secrets his file holds. She would also be lying through her sharp little teeth if she wasn't curious about the exact differences between a full human, a full Vulcan, and himself. Once she has the required dosage, she addresses the Commander once more, now a soft but nurturing tone to her voice and a far more pleasant beside manner in place. "If you'd be so kind, Sir, to have a seat?" She couldn't reach his neck without straining, and finding something to climb on and meet him eye to eye would lack an incredible dignity. "I'm sure you're well aware of all the warnings that come with this dose but I can't help think that maybe you should talk to Doctor McCoy about the steady increase of the kelaromol you've been taking. Or, if that doesn't suit your needs, there are other things that might help with its efficacy. If I might be so bold, that is."

[therapardalis]

[Various Question Meme from @justxcountrydoctor.]

❛ What are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ------------

"I'm not 'out' anywhere, Bones." Pedantry. A reminder that you couldn't randomly be outside of a spaceship unless you wanted to make a small but spectacular blot amongst the vacuum before your molecules drifted away.

She couldn't even say she was going out to get fresh air, given it was the same re-processed oxygen-base as the rest of the ship. But at least there on the starboard observation deck, stars glinting beyond the transparent dome, there were fewer people breathing it.

And every now and then, that was what she needed.

Thera exhaled, cast her eyes up to his reflection in the dome instead of turning around. "How did you even find me?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

If she had a violent bone in her body, she would have slapped him so hard his teeth would rattle. How dare he. He doesn't know her. Doesn't know her family or how dear her brother had been to her in life. Her brother who had given his life in service to Star Fleet. Not a day goes by when she doesn't mourn his loss. Even being here, on the Enterprise, is her devotion to his dreams rather than her own. Instead, her features solidify into a mask of discontent and disapproval. "And just to what do I owe your wisdom? Because I certainly don't recall asking."

"Having a family doesn't mean that you stop being an individual. You know the best thing you can do for people that depend on you? Be honest with them, even if it means setting them free."

@brooklynislandgirl

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

My (Maira's) fics!

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9-1-1 (Buddie)

Current WIPs:

The Mummy AU - pretty much what it says on the tin, with some fun change ups just because I can - (currently 42k words, and we're maybe halfway done? 🙃) - HOPING TO PUBLISH IN TIME FOR Christmas 2024!

The One Where Buck Finds Out - based on a s2 episode of Friends (IYKYK)

Star Trek quote + indulging my hatred of the Elder Buckleys

Gravedigger AU - fans of Bones will know all about this one.

Accidental three words - Eddie says something out loud instead of in his head.

Completed:

for I cannot, cannot go - Eddie's world is (briefly, horrifically) ripped apart.

each note a chapter - Buck is having trouble finding the perfect scent. So, he tries to think of his favourite scent, instead. It goes about as well as expected. (Written for Flufftober 2024)

no others, before thee - Eddie is kidnapped. It does not end well for the idiots who thought he was the most powerful one. (Written for @summerofbuddie 2024)

let the bough break, let it come down crashing - Buck breaks up with his soulmate on a Tuesday. (Written for @summerofbuddie 2024)

the clarification of equilibrium - or, the one where Eddie gets jealous about a conversation, and attempts to explain how body positioning works. (Written for @summerofbuddie 2024)

leave it out there, no regrets - Or, the one where Buck is completely oblivious to Eddie declaring his love, and Eddie (briefly) contemplates leaving the country forever because of it.

when deeds and words are in accord (my whole world is transformed) - Or, the one where Eddie sings his feelings, and Buck loses his mind.

hard kick, slow burn - Or, the one in the bar with the dancing.

Buddie Flufftober 2023 Collection - accidental kiss, answering the wrong phone, proposals, idiots in love... We have it all, folks

i opened my eyes (and all i saw was you) - the Meddie friendship fic inspired by a Tumblr post.

paradise under a pine tree - speed run friends-to-fiancés Valentine's Day 2024 fic - why, yes, I based this one-shot around a pun, thank you for asking.

take my hand (take my whole life too) - magical realism fic. Contrary to what he believes, Buck is not actually allergic to Eddie.

take this life and make it yours (take this heart and let it love again) - . . . or, the one where Buck finally figures out he's in love with Eddie, only for things to not go as planned. (inspired by A Scene from s4 of Supernatural (IYKYK)).

wild again, beguiled again - or, the one after the (7.04) Buck/Tommy kiss. Nothin' but fluff. 💖💜💙

TBD WIPs:

take this life sequel - Eddie's POV. A truly ridiculous level of angst.

Past Lives Soulmates AU - my muse is not letting this go, but it won't be up before the new season. RIP.

locked room fic - inspired by That Kiss from New Girl. Partially drafted.

apocalypse fic - snow. so much snow.

deeds and words sequel - partially drafted, established relationship cuteness

And so many more

Schitt's Creek (Davrick)

WIPs

saving patrick - inspired by the Saving Grace episode from 9-1-1: Lone Star. Almost complete.

The Rookie (Chenford)

Complete:

you're in my arms (and all the world is calm) - inspired by the dance scene from Enchanted, with a Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe Decker cameo. POV Tim. 9k.

WIPs:

you're in my arms sequel - POV Lucy. Almost complete.

lullaby - Tim realises some stuff. Partially drafted.

mystery spot - a.k.a Tim's very bad, no good day. Partially drafted.

[kakushigo]

WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @lungache

(for the sake of transparency, I have omitted: One WIP I cannot publically talk about rn (part of a fandom challenge) & all 232 files labeled "untitled" "untitled file" or "name tbd", and anything that hasn't been worked on since April of this year. My WIPs collects corpses)

tag you're it: @synonemous

Under cut b/c it was still long af

After the War

Kidnapping Tag

Two Holmes Fans & An Ellery Queen Fanboy Solve a Murder

Random Scenes

In which there's one bed...twice

But he was dyslexic!

The Resort

The Outline

Just Dying, No Big Deal

Kudou Shinichi's Found Family was (mostly) Kidnapped

Death Doesn't want Detectives

Her Bones are Rotten

A Dying Heart Still Beats

Day 1: Moon

Day 2: Secrets/Lies/Beliefs

One Parted, Nevermore

Shinichi buys Kaito from Count D

To the Stars

All our gods are Dead & Gone

I always thought it'd be me

To Consume Holy Flesh

KID & the Kid

The KID & Hakuba

Case of the Shrunken Four

Kaishin Arranged Marriage

More 50 shades of Weilan

Renegade Vangard + Conduit Zhao Yunlan

love.exe

feral baby wei

Arthor!Yunlan

Thief Wei (part 1-4)

Stolen Minutes of a Life

Just this Once (Everyday for the Rest of Our Lives)

To Kill Death

Resource Scarcity

Mer May

A Warm Meal from the Hot

Weilan Star Trek Au

Looking for God: Serious Inquiries Only

The Eastern Gate

The Grave Things

CopLan/Librarian Shen Wei

Mandelorian AU

Haru's Letters to the Living

On the Edge of Nowhere

In a Mirror

My Children are Dead

Beloved Flesh Consumed

The Quiet of the Night

Blood & Roses

Thief Dongsik

No Justice for the Dead

Brainrot

Keeper of my Heart

Love in Handcuffs

Fourth time is the Charm

Once more, with Feeling

Consume me Whole

Library of Love

Haru Solaris

A Family Divided

To Death Do Us Part

[crownedinmarigolds]

The Hidalgo siblings in our Star Trek AU! Joaquin and Noa (Names TBD) Joaquin is one of the main antagonists of our Star Trek story's plot - a half-Orion, half-Vulcan pirate captain who is viciously trying to get back his sister. Noa is the Chief Medical Officer aboard the SS Antumbra, trying to find a better life within the Federation after living through a very harrowing past. Lore Drop Beneath the Cut!

Joaquin and Noa's mother - a rich Vulcan socialite with ties to pirate fleets and an interest in xenobiology - figured out one day that Vulcan men were immune to the pheromone power of the Orion women that she frequently worked with. So she did what any normal person would do - commission a healthy and young Orion male from her contacts to have children with. Would her children carry Vulcan telepathy, Vulcan immunity, and perhaps the Orion pheromones as well? Why not, lets find out. With her Orion partner she mothered four children - three sons and one daughter. Her sons primarily favored their Orion father in looks and possessed her immunity to pheromones, and while Joaquin the eldest wasn't exactly the most powerful telepath, the other two sons were. Little Noa favored her mother far more, but was born with the ability to produce the pheromone as well as have powerful Vulcan telepathy. A dangerous combination if raised in the wrong hands. Word got to the ears of the major crime families within the Orion fleets, and to nip this experiment in the bud they had a hit placed on the compound to stop them in their tracks. Joaquin and Noa managed to hide, but the rest of the family were not so lucky. Their mother and two brothers were killed, and their father was critically wounded and left to die slowly - though thankfully they were able to staunch the bleeding long enough for help to arrive. They were rescued by a strange Romulan society (a contact of their mother's) loosely referred to as the Society of Balance, whose goals are to create SITUATIONS that would eventually balance the other out. Very strange people. A LOOOT more happens, but the leadership have twin Romulan sons, one who becomes good friends with Joaquin and they run off to revolutionize piracy, and the other son joins Starfleet as a black ops operative. Noa and the Federation son (who is considerably older) are betrothed, and she won't meet him until her assignment to the SS Antumbra. She meets Nyth in the Academy and.. YEAHHH. SORRY. SO MUCH LORE AND CONTEXT AND I DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ALL OF IT. We're going NUTS over here

[brooklynislandgirl]

@ensnchekov

She stands on the back lawn, just behind Andy. The garden is in the last bloom of summer and fills the air with local and exotic flowers from other places her mother has worked, including some of the more distant planets with Minshara class designations with similar conditions as Earth. But for as beautifully scented and coloured it is, no single aspect is left to its wild nature. Down to the smallest leaf it has been carefully manicured to within a centimetre of its life. Every blade of grass carefully measured by an army of gardeners. It contrasts the flag stone courtyard with its fountain, the white outer walls of the sprawling single floor manor that over looks the bay. The land has been in the Admiral's family for generations. So have most of the things on it. Everything is pristine and perfect, right down to the three people waiting for their new guest. There's no fence or force-field around the cliff's perimeter, he'll need to be warned about that. It wouldn't do at all if he were to fall or be swept out to sea. Her mother and the Admiral have been talking quietly about it for months, and only seemingly consulted her brother and her when they'd already made their decision. From that quiet moment at the dinner table to her mother's overseeing of setting up the guest room, to the few hours before now, Andy's practically floated on an cloud of enthusiasm. A young boy about Beth's age give or take. A new sibling to shelter under wing, one he doesn't feel he needs to be over protective one. Does he like sports? Does he read graphic novels and old stories? Does he like to tinker with ancient technologies? An army of questions and possibilities have filled Andy's thoughts. Her mother of course reminds her children to be sensitive. The boy lost his parents, she tells them, and might not wish to speak of that, nor of the years he has spent more or less on his own. Be sensitive to the fact that his culture and life are vastly different than their own, and do try to make him feel welcome. The Admiral himself says very little, except to point out gruffly, and perhaps intentionally pointedly, that the boy has test scores like none he's seen before. That his intellect is a rare treasure and they could all surely appreciate how special he is because of. That in some ways he reminds your old man of myself, and of course, you Andrew. She says nothing, everyone knows she's smarter than her sibling, more artistic, and in some ways, more cultured. The boy is still better. She wonders if he hates it. She wonders if he takes pride in being a golden child. She wonders, too, if he knows how to swim. "Heads up, make yourselves presentable, there is the shuttle." Her mother's voice breaks into her thoughts and Beth finds herself standing at her full if unimpressive height. Hands smooth down her skirt, tucks dark hair back into the braids it had been wrestled into. Andy stands at parade rest, hands tucked behind his back, and her mother is a vision in black and gold, slender as a reed and a little taller than her only daughter though her heels make up a few extra inches. Even into her fifties, her mother is one of the most beautiful women in the world, regal and maternal at once. Beth might have felt better if she'd been permitted to merely watch this all from the window of her room. The shuttle lands on the pad as smooth as glass. As soon as the hatch opens and the boy comes into view, her mother steps forward with a radiant smile parting her lips. "Welcome, Mr Chekov. Chuvstvuyte sebya kak doma."

[therapardalis]

[Empire Strikes Back Meme from @justxcountrydoctor.]

"I've finished my circle and I haven't picked up any life readings." ------------

" ... Same." It's easy to tell from Thera's voice that she's not terribly happy about that. "Well, I've got a few smaller signals, animals and birds ..." She pauses, considering that, half-listening to Bones' breathing over the comm. "Have you been running up a hill or something? Or is the heavy breathing just for me?"

Glancing back at her tri-corder, she gives a soft hiss of her own. "How long ago did we pick up the distress beacon?" If the local wildlife had approached the crashed shuttle, that meant it had been sitting there silent for a while.

"I'm gonna switch over to general bio-readings. I get the feeling we should be looking for corpses here, not life-signs."

[relayepinned]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE EXPANSE.

amos burton,‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ mechanic of the rocinante , ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ he/him , pansexual. ‎fc : wes chatham.

james 'jim' holden,‎ ‎ ‎ captain of the rocinante , ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/him , bisexual.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : steven strait.

josephus 'joe' miller,‎ ‎ ‎former cop , ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/him.‎ ‎, primarily au based & for the vibes. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : thomas jane.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎STAR TREK DISCOVERY.

cleveland 'book' booker,‎ ‎ ‎ courrier , ‎ thief (to protect endangered species‎)‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ he/him , bisexual. ‎fc : david ajala.

michael burnham,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎starfleet's first mutineer , starfleet captain. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her , bisexual.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : sonequa martin green.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎KILLJOYS.

pree or prima dezz,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bartender, former war lord‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/him , gay.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : thom allison.

johnny jaqobis,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ bounty hunter, tech genius, former thief ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/him , bisexual.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : aaron ashmore.

d'avin jaqobis,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bounty hunter‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/him , bisexual.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : luke macfarlane.

clara,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ hack mod‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her , lesbian.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : tbd.

zeph vos,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎laboratory technician , tech genius ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her , lesbian.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : kelly mccormack.

fancy lee,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bounty hunter‎ ‎ , designated asshole ‎ ‎ ‎he/him , bisexual.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : sean baek.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎DOCTOR WHO.

13th doctor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎time lord , time traveler, doctor of medicine, science, engineering, candyfloss, lego, philosophy, music, problems, people, hope. mostly hope‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her , genderfluid , queer with a preference for women & the master ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎. ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : jodie whittaker.

9th doctor, time lord, time traveler. he/him , aroace fc: christopher eccleston.

rogue,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ bounty hunter ‎ , heavily killjoys influenced‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/him , gay.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : jonathan groff.

the master,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎time lord , post dhawan master, at some point ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he/they.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : assad zaman, info tbd.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎LEVERAGE REDEMPTION.

breanna casey,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎apart of leverage international, genius mechanical engineer , hacker , ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her , lesbian.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : aleyse shannon.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

callisto,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dethroned pirate king , on the run ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her , lesbian.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fc : dominique tipper.

[brooklynislandgirl]

"Uhm...thank you?" It is a question because while the Lieutenant says it's not a negative thing, she doesn't know how to take it. Has she upset someone? Has she not been doing her job well enough because patient care means more to her than standard protocol? She swallows the sip of coffee she'd just taken a mouthful of, then waves a hand at the empty side of the table. "So, have I upset someone or maybe you're wantin' some advice? Not sure I can offer something either way, but...I can try? Would you like something to drink?"

“You could have an emotional connection to a shoe on the side of the road — and I don’t mean that as a negative.”

@brooklynislandgirl

[solvikare]

Me with my 1000 videogame related AUs: Star Trek whomst?

[brooklynislandgirl]

@respondedinkind

First Contact {a plotted starter}

She did not join Star Fleet with visions of exploration dancing in her head. There was no real wonder what the galaxy might hold, what truths had yet to be discovered, and what civilisations Earth could learn from. Those were her mother's desires. She did not join Star Fleet to subjugate new worlds, to bring them under one authority and to share ~a euphemism as old as the idea of humankind itself~ resources for the betterment of a handful of people. That was what the Admiral worked tirelessly toward. And Star Fleet could not give her back the thing she coveted the most, the part of her that has been missing for the better part of a decade. No, she'd joined because it was expected of her; a duty and a fulfilment of a family legacy. There wasn't much she could argue about. She also had no actual intention to go into space. She would have preferred to remain on Earth, even in San Francisco. Closer to home than where she is now. The sea might be just as dark, might be just as cold but it was not a void. An endless expanse that contained so very little life. So why is she here? Aboard the Enterprise? Special project, they said, though to be honest, she isn't sure who they are. They had gotten Doctor McCoy to speak with her about the assignment and at first she might have fainted dead away. It wasn't til he opened his mouth ~same depth, timber but definitely not what she was expecting~ that the illusion is broken but she's already committed, isn't she? Chosen for her intellect, her range of skills and hobbies, and her relative obscurity. They know her parents and have seen how little contact she has with them. They have her brother's records and the name of the world he'd died on. And now they have her trapped in space, after signing her life away in triplicate, NDAs that come with prison time if they're broken. With a new patient she knows relatively little about. They tell her he is an alien species, but not what kind. They promise her she is in no danger even if the being is potentially monstrous, a destroyer of worlds. They give her a designation. Not even a name. They tell her to go along with whatever the rest of the crew is told and just how to file her reports. They tell her McCoy will be her immediate commanding officer. They tell her a lot of things, honestly, and some of it goes above and beyond her. Her shuttle docks and they show her to the lab she will be working in, an entire section more or less to herself, with labs, diagnostic and research stations, a surgical suite, and her own personal quarters. She has an official cover story as well. It takes her half as much time as the week given to her to settle in. She hears her door slide open. And that's when they bring him, the Alien. She expects some other-worldly creature. Some hulking thing with dripping mandibles and an exo-skeleton made of Rodinium. She expects an entire security detachment or twelve, with phasers set to anything other than stun. She expects... Not this. Okay so he's tall. But then, that's not a very impressive feat in comparison. Hair dark as a moonless night. Eyes that glacial hue between blue and green that's difficult to name, but that bite with a remote sort of chill. By human standards, high cheekbones, northern European skin tone, a nice mouth and.... And she takes a moment to lean to one side, trying valiantly peer around him. Then again to the other side ~he has impeccable posture and broad shoulders~ before her focus returns to his face. Except for the black uniform undershirt lacking rank or occupational colours, this...man... could be anyone. "Forgive me for maybe being out of line but..." Her hands clasp so that only her index fingers pressed together remain upright. They are tapped against her lips twice before she turns them in his direction, pointing. "I think you might be in the wrong place. I'm waiting for my new patient."